Return to the beach.

Even if the forest itself is far from dense, it's liberating to have room to properly dodge and strike, especially while being attacked by such a large number of mysterious foes. The sand is soft and difficult to maneuver through, so you halt at the edge of the grass, and your team forms up in defense. Gwyn stands to the side with two companions of her own. A few seconds pass, and then the Mask-Men erupt into the opening--bows in the back, shield and spears in the front, while the axe-wielders spread out in all directions.

Gwynevere looks back to the ocean. "Ah. My clever plan is nearly completed. The gifts given to me by the great Seno'nojoch are not so potent when away from water, though because I have taken us back near the coast, I am grown more powerful than before." With a whip of her blade forwards, she clenches her teeth and mutters through them. "Grant me strength, Seno'nojoch. Your quest for me is nearly completed. I ask only for your aid once, and with it I shall eliminate this Summerlord and sink the island to the bottom of the sea!" The tides lash out, and rise higher than before. A stream begins to make its way up towards her feet like a serpent of water, and it lifts to the air, and coils between her legs, around her midsection and down her arm to the rapier she wields.

Anyana nails one of the Mask-Men in the head with an arrow right before Nelli crushes the same one with her flail. Due to a relic Gwyn keeps on her person, the anglermaid specifically is unable to stray too far. The invisible barrier is present in the area, with deep sea lights now reflecting off the golden beach.

The elf thrusts towards her foes, and then swings the weight of her weapon to the side as a massive whip of water crashes into several of the Mask-Men approaching. "Stay down, foolish creatures of light."

But there are many more still. One fires an arrow straight past her companions, and it potentially would have hit her stomach if not for your intervention once again. You're getting quite good at parrying arrows. After saving her, you lunge forwards, straight into the fray. Your sword still burns bright with magical flames, and with no need to Entangle the enemy, make them feel Pleasure, or Mend any clothing (so far), you focus entirely on your swordplay. It's a flurry of blows. You strike through one, and immediately maneuver to the next, cutting it down as well. Then a third. A fourth. You pivot past one with a shield and take out a fifth beyond, right before Niki eliminates the other for you.

Eva screams. You turn and pull your legs down, using Bunny Hop to instantaneously appear in front of her.

However, there are no enemies. Instead, you see Eva's bare tits completely free from her swimsuit.

"I c-can't keep running around in this thing!" she cries. With quite the struggle, she pulls on the strikes and tries to stuff her breasts back behind the fabric, and in a manner where they won't slip out again.

"... Do you need a hand?" you ask.

"I'm fine! Just focus on the fight."

Your Kitty Sense alerts you to a foe behind. You pirouette and slice the Mask-Man's throat before thrusting the tip of Lauo straight through his stomach, causing him to vanish in defeat. Up ahead, you see the rock creatures distracting many though they're slowly being chipped apart. Anastasia's Guardians of Light are nearly gone. Nobody seems to be at risk of actual causality, but it's getting tiresome how many keep coming.

"Explosion!" you hear Luna shout. Then after a pause, she launches backwards, though is thankfully stopped by her own ability to fly. The powerful blast of the arcane cannon absolutely demolishes one of the Mask-Men nearby. She can't help but giggle with excitement.

Amara places a hand upon your shoulder. "I have kept everybody healed, and it seems there are fewer coming."

You look to her. "I feel like I've barely seen people get hurt."

"Well, you know... Just in case, right?" She smiles innocently.

"If you want, I can get hurt for real."

"You would do that for me?"

"That's a crazy response, Amara."

Suddenly, the same voice from early booms out across the sky. The fight doesn't stop as this happens, though there are only a few Mask-Men remaining, and they're about to be taken down by the combined effort of Niki, Fang, and Ariusia. It almost feels like the sun itself is speaking. "You!" it says. "Man with the sword of pink flames."

"... Me?" you ask in response.

You jump back right before the impact of a man falling from the sky leaves a small crater in the ground. The sand nearby lifts briefly into the air as a cloud of glistening gold. The figure before you is several feet tall, and his skin is dark. He wears no more than a loin cloth, and in many ways, resembles the Mask-Men you've been fighting. His body is strong, and from what you can tell he has no hair, though it's difficult to make out any further details about his identity due to a large mask that covers his face. From the eye holes is only light. It's designed with patterns of colourful flowers, with one large drawing of the sun over the forehead. His skin is completely decorated by beautiful golden lines and symbols. In his hand, he wields a long, thick spear with a tip that shines brighter than a torch, even when the sun isn't reflecting over it.

He stares down at you, though you can't see his eyes. "You have defeated me," he states. "I am called the Summerlord. Please allow me to ask one question before you attempt to take my life."

You glare back, ready to strike if needed. Magic smoke raises slowly from the flickering flame of your weapon. "What is it?"

"What you did before. Was that... Bunny Hop?"